We went into the house to find the girls. We walked though the downstairs, but they were nowhere in sight.“Maybe they went for a walk?” Ethan ask...ed.“Don’t think so…” I responded.Then we heard muted laughter coming from upstairs.Looking quizzically at each other, Ethan and I headed quietly to the second floor.The door to my bedroom was half closed. We could hear hushed moaning coming from inside. I immediately figured out what was going on.Gently pushing the door open with my hand, we looked. . I just liked to hear the stories. He was already 17 and was stoutly built and had the gift of gab when it came to the fairer sex. I on the other hand was skinny and short almost 5' 6'' I was also shy when it came to one on one conversations with girls. I had only kissed one girl and that was at a birthday party where they were playing spin the bottle. Oh! My name is Wolf. Well actually that is my nickname, When I was 6 or 7 I saw one of Jack London's stories that was made into a movie. It had. And so to make up for the loss, she wanted to take me home. I panicked but didn’t want my parents to suspect me. So I tried my level best to pretend normal. My dad looked at his clock and said, “Suman its 10 AM, I want her home max by 6 PM.” She said she would drop me even way before it. So her plea was approved. And I was dragged by her outside the house. I confronted her and asked what she wanted. She kept on telling me to come along and we will talk at home. Unwillingly I climbed her Activa,. “You can do it out of the goodness of your heart, Baby Boy, or we can give you $50.”“He’ll do it for free,” Mom said. Her promise on my behalf brought a groan from me.Connie looked at me and winked. “We’ll make sure everyone is happy.”She handed me a couple of keys. “The big one,” she explained, “is to the house. We’re taking off tomorrow, so if you could just go by every morning, give the house a quick walkthrough, make sure everything’s okay. You never know about some of these tourists. The.